"Well struck..." Joffrey remarked softly before a wicked smile curved his face. "Well struck, Dog." Joffrey shouted. Sandor removed his helmet. Joffrey turned to Sansa. " Did you like that?"
"It was well struck, Your Grace." Sansa agreed softly. Jae wasnt a big drinker but since Ned's death he drank more, putting up with Joffrey, he drank more.
"I already said it was well struck." Joffrey sneered. Sandor looked between them with a groan.
"Yes, Your Grace."
"Jae?" Joffrey questioned.
"You are lucky to have Sandor Clegane guarding you, your grace." Jae remarked as Sandor came back to his post. "He is a skilled warrior." Sandor nodded to him. Joffrey rolled his eyes.
Two men dragged the man away, leaving behind a trail of blood. A boy walked over to clean up the blood getting ready for the next match.
"Who's next?" Joffrey questioned.
"Lothor Brune, freerider in the service of Lord Baelish." The announcer gestures to a man, who then walks over. "Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard." The announcer gestures in the opposite direction, but no one came forward. ''Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard!" The announcer yelled out now.
"You doing alright, Sansa?" Jae questioned. She nodded scooting closer to him.
"I don't think I like tourneys." Tommen remarked, Jae smiled back at him.
"A bit bloody." Jae offered. Tommen nodded.
"Here I am." Dontos stumbled down some stairs, awkwardly clutching his helmet and weapon. "Here I am." he repeated as he dropped his helmet. "Sorry, Your Grace." he offered as he put his helmet on backwards. "My deepest apologies." he went on putting his helmet on correctly this time.
"Have a cookie," Jae suggested passing back the plate. "Helps, I promise." Tommen giggled taking a cookie, Myrcella too.
"Thanks Mr. Jae." Tommen answered taking a bite. Jae held the plate to sansa but her stomach was in knots.
"A cookie fixes all problems for the moment you are eating it." Jae whispered in her ear. She grabbed a cookie taking a slow bite.
"Are you drunk?" Joffrey demanded and Ser Dontos took off his helmet to formally address the king.
"No. Uh, no, Your Grace. I had - I had two cups of wine."
"Two cups?" Joffrey questioned and Dontos nodded. "That's not much at all". Joffrey gestures to some wine before him. "Please, have another cup."
"Are you sure, Your Grace?" Dontos countered, Jae knew this was a trap, a trick, he saw it in Joffrey's eyes.
"Yes, to celebrate my name day." Joffrey agreed a wicked smile on his face. "Have two, have as much as you like."
"I would be honored, Your Grace." Ser Dontos bowed to Joffrey. Joffrey looked over to Ser Meryn. Jae leaned back in his chair taking a bite of a cookie, his gaze met sandors with a knowing pinched smile.
"Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day. See that he drinks his fill." Joffrey sniggered out. Dontos was having wine pour down his throat to the point of choking Joffrey was smiling maliciously, Jae knew better than to speak up but Sansa dropped her cookie shouting out.
''You can't!' Sansa sputtered
''What did you just say? Did you just say I can't?' Joffrey questioned.
'My lady just means that would be bad luck to kill a man on name day.' Jae clarified, jumping in without missing a beat. Joffrey didnt notice the my lady bit but Sansa did and her eyes widened staring back at him. His lady.
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Mirrorball // Sansa Stark
FanfictionSansa Stark always wanted the lush and lavish life, Jae Gatsby had it. But the king had others plans for her in westeros. Can Gatsby save her from the game of thrones or will he get swept up in the madness? 🐺 "Hush, I know they say the end is nea...
